Romania. Wow somewhere I didn’t know I wanted but I needed. Not maybe specifically Romania but somewhere other than “home”. Home not vegas but America. One time I read this article about America and how unauthentic our country is. This blog post isn’t a bashing site about America. But the glorification of our country is somewhat confusing to me. Because although this is my third day of Craiova I adore it. I adore that people and this culture is based on relationships and what they mean to each other. That a country people underestimate or even overlook is beautiful. And although I can only say “yes” and “good” in Romanian they come to me with open arms and kisses on both cheeks, left first though.
These first three days have been the hardest and the most rewarding cause even though there is so many things I constantly wanna worry about or be sad about. God reminds me otherwise. He shows me that although you don’t know someone and can’t speak their language and don’t have google translate with you God gave us more than our words. It shows me that people on the other side of the world hunger for my God and the love He always shows me.
2,000 miles is a lot. My mind can’t even fathom that distance, like what does that even mean? It means that I miss my family. But through all these emotions and navigating what they mean and how to handle them. It’s amazing to see what God has done in this WEEK while being uncomfortable and stripped. I underestimated what growth meant and what it looked like and what the Lord does through it but hey I have a PSA: growth is real. Especially when you wanna grow. At the beginning of this journey about a year ago I didn’t know where I wanted to grow or how. But newsflash God ? The almighty father? He works in mysterious ways. I’m thankful for not always knowing where he is growing me or where he is moving in my heart. I am thankful that I have a family that is so hard leaving but another family that makes me wanna grow closer to God.
The next nine months are gonna be interesting stay tuned ladies and gentlemen.
P.S. Romanians drive 100 mph at all times even when you’re about to step in front of their car.
